They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Humne kab kaha ki Woh shaqs hamara ho jayein Itna dikh jayein ki Aakhon ka guzara ho jayein
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"Mishti..." Adair's voice was soft — almost hesitant — as it echoed from the living room.
She was heading toward the kitchen, her steps light but mind heavy. She paused near the counter and turned halfway, just enough to meet his eyes.
"Tum thik ho?" ("Are you okay?")
She looked at him for a moment, her eyes tired, her lips dry like she hadn't spoken in hours.
"Nahi." ("No.")
She turned her back and walked into the kitchen.
Adair sat there for a moment, watching the shadow she left behind. His hand gripped the wheelchair's armrest tightly. Then, without thinking much, he slowly wheeled himself toward the kitchen.
She was at the sink, rinsing vegetables under the running water — hands moving with muscle memory, eyes vacant.
"Kya kar rahi ho?" ("What are you doing?" )he asked, his voice low.
She didn't respond. The water splashed rhythmically as her fingers moved, still lost.
He watched her lift a knife and start chopping quietly.
"Kya bana rahi ho?" ("What are you making?")
Still no reply.
His eyes scanned her face — calm on the outside, but her movements were slightly off, like she was holding herself together by routine alone.
"Main bana doon?" ("Should I make it instead?")
Silence.
Her hands continued slicing the onions. Her posture was stiff, shoulders tense. she was somewhere else. Somewhere deep inside herself.
Adair exhaled slowly and leaned against the side counter, still watching her.
The sizzle of onions hitting hot oil broke the silence. Mishti reached out with a spoon to stir, but her hand grazed the rising steam from the pan.
"Aaahhh!" she yelped, pulling her hand back instinctively.
Adair moved in an instant. The wheelchair squeaked forward roughly as he reached out and grabbed her arm gently but firmly.
"Sink mein daalo haath" ("Put your hand in the sink")
Mishti looked at him — surprised, wide-eyed. Her lips parted slightly as if she might speak, but she didn't.
Instead, she turned and opened the tap, letting cold water run over her palm. Her hand trembled faintly under the stream, but she didn't make a sound.
Adair stood beside her quietly. His hand hovered near her arm like he wanted to touch her, to offer comfort — but stopped himself.
